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Chapter 11 by VTheImpaler VTheImpaler

What's next?

Draco puts her through the ringer

Hermione is a true **** now, just as happy as the House Elves she always wanted to free. Draco can tell, the months of constant sex and endless denigration have shattered her ego, and it has stitched itself a new role: Draco’s Toy. He starts to call her by that title, and makes sure that she learns to respond to it, “Come, Toy, lick my balls.” Draco’s toy waddles over on hands and knees, her stride made awkward by her efforts to keep two 7 inch long dildos tucked in her pussy and rectum, as per her master’s previous order that morning.

Draco leans back and enjoys his toy’s happy slurping against his ballsack. He wasn’t even horny before, but her touch loosens his nuts and they grow full and sweaty. She nips and tickles them with her mouth, and then he stands up and steps on her ankles, forcing her to lean awkwardly backwards to keep his sack in her mouth. She manages to keep suckling, gargling his gonads against her uvula. She doesn’t gag, her training has seen to that, but she does still need oxygen. Draco reaches down to pinch Hermione’s nose, and she doesn’t resist. They both know from experience that the Toy won’t stop obeying Draco, even if pausing for just a moment could prevent her from passing out from asphyxiation.

The Toy continues to please her master, even as her cheeks blush purple and her eyelashes flutter. Just before she loses consciousness, Draco releases her nose and she sucks in a huge breath of air, still fondling his balls with her tongue. Draco pulls himself out of her eager lips and says, “That’s enough, Toy, I’ve got something special for you to do now.”

What does Draco make her do?

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